I had a little boy who woke early from nap. He was very groggy and grumpy. I explained that it wasn’t time to get up, but I’d let him come downstairs if he could play alone while I finished my work. He clung to me, but I brought him downstairs anyway.
I sat at the kitchen table and tried to mark off a few things on my list. My little boy held on to my leg. My efforts to tackle my list were fruitless. I caved.
I grabbed a blanket, cuddled up in our big LoveSac, and invited my boy to nestle beside me. His grumpy face broke into a grin as he climbed to my side. We held each other and watched the rain fall outside.
I itched a little to get back to my To Do List, but the feeling passed as I scratched it with thoughts of how badly I’ll want these moments back one day. Years from now, that little boy will be too busy for me. I can only hope that some part of his subconscious will remember today, push the pause button and let me come up beside him.
Blogs can wait. Boys cannot.